The Elevation Of Sarah Stevens Pt 07

The first test was to be the following evening, when a family dinner was scheduled. While her father was off on another preaching tour, her mother was invited. She wished Amy could come, she missed her.

After much discussion with Mary they had agreed on a dress for the evening. Mary referred to it as a skater dress. It was very, very short, and very flared, but at least the top covered her breasts. Sarah reasoned that her legs would be under the table for most of the evening, so being so short was less of an issue. Putting on a pair of high heels made her legs look impossibly long, but worse they seemed to make her push her bottom out and her chest forward. Well, she wouldn't be standing for long, she hoped.

Mary beamed with happiness. "Miss you look really fabulous!" Sarah still wasn't so sure but was a little mollified by Mary's praise.

Sarah had just made her way downstairs when her mother arrived.

"Sarah!" she said as she clutched her in a tight hug. "My goodness, that dress is so beautiful on you!" but holding her close, she whispered "It's a good job your father can't see you in it, though on the other hand it'd be funny watching him biting his tongue, not being able to say anything in Fitzpatrick's home."

They were called into the dining room where the rest of the company was standing around with glasses of champagne. When they entered, they all turned to her and Mr Fitzpatrick held out his hands in welcome.

"Here's to the two Stevens ladies, their beauty will light up the room!"

Both the mother and daughter blushed and hid their faces behind their glasses of champagne. However, it was with some consternation that she saw Simon's cousin, Joseph, amongst the gathering.

When it came to take their places at the dining table, Sarah found herself at the end of the table, and sitting next to her, cousin Joseph. His close proximity made her feel both nervous and excited and she willed her fast-beating heart to slow. The table was huge and her mother opposite was not only far away, but obscured by a floral arrangement. Being at the end of the table only left her Joseph to talk to. He made some small talk with her, asking if she was settling in and so on, but then turned to his right to talk to another guest, leaving Sarah to her own thoughts.

The starter course had arrived, and Joseph turned to her and asked if she liked the scallops, but at the same time putting his hand on her bare thigh. Sarah's eyes opened wide in shock, but she had enough presence of mind to put he fork down and reach under the table and remove his hand from her leg.

However, as soon as she'd taken up her fork once again, Joseph again put his hand on her thigh. Sarah didn't want to make a fuss and someone would notice if her hand kept disappearing under the table, so she was forced to let him leave his hand there.

She rushed to finish her starter so that she could have both hands free. She was almost finished when she felt him start to caress her thigh. She put down her fork and put her hand over his, trying to stop him. But he was just too strong! She was fighting a losing battle, and when one of the staff came to take her plate she had to raise her hands above the table giving Joseph free rein to caress her thigh.

Each pass of his hand seemed to reach higher. "He shouldn't be doing this!" thought Sarah. "Joseph, I'm engaged to be married!" she hissed at him as quietly as she could.

"I know, Sarah, but you're enjoying it, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not!" but she was forcing herself not to open her legs for him.

Little by little, his hand went higher and higher until his fingers were tracing the edge of her thong. She was still forcing her legs together to prevent his access, but she was becoming increasingly aroused.

She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that his fingers left the edge of her panties when the main course arrived. Her emotions were in turmoil, and it hadn't help that she hadn't seen Amy in so long, she missed their intimacy.

She was still eating when she realised that Joseph had finished, and his hand was once again under the table and under her dress. He briefly skated along the edge of her panties, only lightly touching the sides of her pussy lips. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her legs closed. "Oh, why had God given her such a responsive body?" it was so difficult to resist.

The she felt his fingers leave her panties and move further up to hip, the very flared skirt of the dress making it easy for him. She felt him start to pull her panties down! "Surely he can't mean to take them off me at the dinner table!" she thought.

But he did, he really did. He kept tugging them lower and lower, until he could get them no further.

It was then that something completely unexpected happened. Without conscious volition, Sarah found herself lifting her bottom from the seat so that Joseph could take them all the way off! She was mortified, she couldn't understand why she'd done it!

Joseph took full advantage and pushed them down past her knees, when they fell around her ankles. Sarah was blushing furiously, her only other thought was that if another guest dropped something and bent down to pick it up, they'd see her panties around her ankles. So, she dropped her napkin to the floor, stepped out of her panties and gathered them up in the napkin. While she could put the napkin back on the table she could do nothing but ball her panties up in her hand, as she had no pockets!

Joseph knew what was happening and reached across to her lap, saying, "Give them to me, I'll put them in my jacket pocket" Sarah reddened but passed them to him, but before putting them in his pocket, he held his closed hand up to his nose, opened his hand a little and took a deep breath.

Sarah wanted to sink into a hole in the ground. She knew that her panties were not only damp but fragrant with her arousal, and that he'd know he'd got to her.

Again, his hand went under the table but this time he went straight for her pussy. Sarah gave up the fight and let her legs relax to allow him to touch her there. However, he went further and pushed one leg away from him with the back of his hand and pulled the other toward him, opening her up to him completely. She did nothing to stop him.

For the rest of the main course, he teased her unmercifully touching her gently, with feather light touches that did little but keep her on edge, with her body looking for more. With the arrival of desert, his hand left her pussy and gripped the hem of her dress and started to pull it backward. Once again, Sarah found herself raising her bottom so that Joseph could pull her skirt out from underneath her. The contact between her bare bottom and the leather of the seat sent a shock through her system. Joseph continued to tease her and more than once, Sarah found herself thrusting her hips to try and get the contact she craved. She was wet. Very wet. And while she appreciated that her dress wouldn't be stained she was fairly certain the chair seat would be.

Eventually, dinner was finished, and the guests stood up. Sarah glanced down and indeed there was a damp patch on her chair. Joseph saw it too and knocked the remains of his glass of water over the seat. A maid immediately came to wipe up the spillage but it had served its purpose in disguising the evidence of her arousal. However, she was very much aware that she was naked under a scandalously short dress and that she was sure she could feel her vaginal secretions starting to run down the inside of her thighs. She'd just die if anyone noticed.

Her mother came round the table. "Sarah! You look very red in the face, are you alright?"

"I just feel very hot, Mum, maybe I had too much champagne."

"Would you like me to escort you outside, Sarah, to take in a little of the cool evening air?" asked Joseph.

Sarah didn't trust Joseph for one minute to be alone with her. Or trust herself, she reluctantly admitted.

"No, thank you, Joseph, I'm not feeling too well, I think I'll go straight up to my room."

"Would you like me to come with you, Sarah," asked her Mum

"No, you stay and enjoy yourself, Mum, I'll have Mary help me."

"Mary?"

"Mary's my maid, mum."

Mrs Stevens raised her eyebrows but said nothing. It seemed as if her daughter was becoming to the manor born.

Once in her room, Mary magically appeared. "Oh, Miss, why are you back up so early?"

"Oh, Mary, I feel as if I'm about to burst!"

"Oh Miss! Would you like me to help with your tensions?"

Sarah was too embarrassed to say anything but, but just nodded mutely.

Oh, Miss, you're so wet and sticky down there, but don't worry I'll see to you straight away."

"But Miss, whatever happened to your panties, Miss?"

"Joseph took them off me at the dinner table," whispered Sarah.

Mary's eyes opened wide, but all she said was, "Oh, my goodness, Miss!"

It only took the briefest of moments of Mary rubbing her clit for Sarah to explode in a thunderous orgasm. She lay back on the bed in satiated exhaustion.

"I think I'll run a bath for you, Miss, we'll need to clean you up before we put your nighty on. Maybe we'll see if you need a second go at 'tension relieving'; you'll be so relaxed and have a good night's sleep. And don't you worry about anything, Miss. Remember what I said: 'whatever happens in your bedchamber stays in the bed chamber"

The days passed then the weeks. Sarah occupied herself by reading and taking walks round the grounds. She prevailed upon Ms Staunton to provide her with shoes that she could actually walk in outside. She'd been given a couple of pairs of cork-soled wedges; they were just as high as her stiletto's but at least she could walk on the stony paths round the grounds. She was often alone, though sometimes she asked Mary to accompany her. One thing that did develop was an increasing acceptance of the short skirts and skimpy tops that she had to wear - at least she wasn't exposed to the gaze of others, which would have embarrassed her.

Mary helped; she always praised Sarah telling her how beautiful and sexy she looked and that bolstered her confidence.

The preparations for the wedding were accelerating. Most of the decisions were out of Sarah's hands and she was worried that she wouldn't even be able to choose her own wedding dress. However, Ms Staunton arrived with photographs of a dozen wedding dresses. They were all beautiful and probably hugely expensive and Staunton asked her to pick out the that she liked best, and she would have it brought round to be fitted.

She also brought more things for her trousseau. Another pair of Lola Luna non-panties was included but also a complete matching set of white lingerie, a quarter cup bra, matching suspender belt and thong panties and white silk stockings together with white stiletto shoes.

"These aren't to be worn during the wedding, but perhaps later that evening," smirked Ms Staunton

She'd also brought her some silk shorts, though two pairs turned out to be more like a loin cloth; the front and back were only connected at the waist. Sarah bit her lip thinking her pussy would be completely open to the air underneath her dress. There was also a selection of bras matched to tiny little lace skirts instead of panties.

Of course, when asked, Sarah nominated Amy as her bridesmaid.

"Well, she'll have to come up to the house for a couple of days, to run through her duties and get fitted for her bridesmaid dress," said Ms Staunton.

Sarah was ecstatic. "Yeah! We can have a sleepover!"

Ms Staunton curled her lip in contempt. "A sleepover. How juvenile."

But Staunton couldn't put a downer on Sarah's enthusiasm, she'd missed her friend so much.

I was only a couple of days later that Amy arrived and was brought up to Sarah's room by Mary. She walked round the room saying nothing but "Wow!" every few minutes.

"Miss Amy was assigned a room down the hall, Miss, but in the light of your comments about a sleepover, I've asked one of the staff to bring her things here, Miss, if that's all right," said Mary.

"Yes, that'd be perfect, Mary!"

"Well, Miss if that'll be all, I'll see to the arrangements for Miss Amy's fitting tomorrow."

When Mary had left, Amy asked, "Who is this woman, Mary, she looks familiar?"

"She was a couple of years ahead of us at school, but she left at 16 to come and work as a maid here. She is now my personal maid."

"Personal maid? What does she do for you?"

"She does everything for me, Amy, she insisted upon it from the very beginning."

Amy slipped her hand up Sarah's skirt and rubbed her pussy. "Everything, Sarah?"

Sarah blushed and looked at the floor. "Yes, even that, Amy."

"Wow!"

Further revelations were interrupted by the arrival of Amy's bags and once they were unpacked and put away, Sarah suggested they take a walk round the grounds before dinner.

Sarah kicked off her fluffy slippers and put on her cork wedges.

Amy looked at Sarah's short skirt. "I must say your wardrobe has made a quantum leap in style, I've been restraining myself from pouncing on you since I arrived, you look so sexy, Sarah! But you might consider putting on some jeans, it might get a bit chilly as the evening draws on"

"I don't have jeans or any trousers, Amy"

"What?"

"I only have skirts and dresses, and many are shorter and skimpier than what I'm wearing now. I haven't dared wear some of the things yet."

"Well, let's go and you can tell me all about it."

As they wandered the grounds, they held hands and Sarah filled her in on what had been happening to her. She told her all about the row with Ms Staunton - "She's a real tough nut, Amy!" and when she told her about the subsequent spanking by Mr Fitzpatrick, Amy was scandalised.

"Did he really spank you on your bare bottom?"

"Yes, and he got hard, you know, down there."

"The randy old goat!" said Amy, "but there have been stories and rumours over the years; he's supposed to have a string of bastards all over the country."

"Well, I don't know but he is a very powerful man and well preserved for his age."

"Sarah!"

"I'm just saying."

She then told her about the dinner and the goings on with Simon's cousin, Joseph.

"Oh, Sarah, that is so hot! You've made me wet my knickers! I'm going to have to take you back to your room this very minute and stuff your mouth with my wet panties to keep you quiet during all the orgasms I'm going to give you!"

"But, Amy!"

"No, buts, Sarah, you're coming with me right now!"

Amy dragged her off, with Sarah putting up only a token resistance.

Once back in their room, Amy almost threw Sarah onto the bed. Sarah watched with both trepidation and anticipation as Amy pulled down her panties and advanced on her friend lying on the bed. As promised, she stuffed her wet panties into Sarah's mouth, followed by reaching under Sarah's short skirt and pulling her panties down and off. Sarah could taste Amy in her mouth from her wet panties, but the taste was both familiar and welcome. Amy literally pounced on Sarah, slipping between her thighs and lifting a leg over her shoulder, her short skirt pushed to her waist. Pressing and grinding their cunnies together, they both neared their climaxes quickly, Sarah's aided by Amy pinching her stiff nipples hard. When Sarah screamed her orgasm through Amy's panties, Amy stifled her cries further by putting a hand over her mouth.

"My goodness," thought Sarah, "I do like it when Amy is a little forceful with me."

"Well, that's taken the edge off!" said Amy. "And a great way to build an appetite for dinner!"

After dinner, they went back to Sarah's room and watched a movie together, holding each other and cuddling on the room's sofa.

After they'd put their night things on and cleaned their teeth they went to bed.

"This is a much bigger bed that the one you have at home. But it's going to be wasted space because I plan on lying on top of you for most of the time," declared Amy.

"Now, get that nighty off and get into bed, I'm going to ravish you thoroughly."

Amy quickly stripped off her pyjamas and pounced on the naked Sarah, who opened her arms and legs in welcome.

The following morning, the two girls were lying naked in each other's arms when they heard a knock on the door, and Mary's voice asking permission to enter.

Amy let out a little squeak of surprise and panic and hid under the covers. Mary bustled in with a breakfast tray and set about straightening the room. To Sarah's consternation, Amy started tickling her and Sarah retaliated by reaching down and pinching Amy's nipple. Mary could clearly hear the screeches and laughter and she approached the bed and then threw the covers off, revealing a naked Amy between the legs of a naked Sarah"

At least Amy had the decency to blush.

"It's time you two girls were up, there's a lot to do today," said Mary in a tone that brooked no argument, completely ignoring the fact of catching the two girls

in flagrante delicto.

"I'll run a bath for you both, the tub's big enough for two," said Mary, disappearing into the bathroom.

"Do you think she'll say anything?" asked Amy

"No, she has a strict rule. As my personal chamber maid, she operates on the same rule as doctor-patient confidentiality or the priest and the confessional."

"Oh, that's OK then," said Amy as she started to kiss her thoroughly.

Mary popped her head round the corner. "Come on you two, the bath's ready!"

The two naked girls disengaged and trooped into the bathroom. Mary took Sarah's hand and helped her in. "You sit here, Miss and Miss Amy will have to have to sit behind you, otherwise she'll have the taps in her back."

Mary proceed to soap up Sarah's back and out of pure devilment, Amy leant forward a little so that the back of Mary's hands kept brushing Amy's breasts.

"You wait your turn, Miss Amy, I'll attend to you shortly!"

Mary lathered up Amy's back and moved her hands round to Amy's breasts. Amy lay back and sighed with contentment. "I could really get used to this," thought Amy.

Mary pushed Sarah back into Amy's arms while see soaped up Sarah's breasts and Amy took the opportunity to caress her tummy and thighs. Sarah lay back and closed her eyes, revelling in the feeling of 4 hands caressing her all over her body.

However, all good things must come to an end and they eventually got out and dried each other off, aided by Mary. Once back in the bedroom, Amy looked at the clothes in her overnight case and realised they didn't compare well with Sarah's new wardrobe.

"Sarah, can I borrow a skirt and top?"

"Yes of course, Amy"

Amy chose a really short skirt and a silky top, forgoing her bra for the pleasure of feeling the silk on her naked breasts.

"Can I borrow some of those tiny panties, too?"

Sarah smiled at her friend, "Yes, Amy 'course you can."

When both girls had dressed they'd hardly had time to put their shoes on before there was a loud knock on the door and Mary went to open it for Ms Staunton

"Well girls, let's get this show on the road!"

Ms Staunton ordered Mary to strip the clothes Amy had just put on so that she could be measured for her bridesmaid dress. There followed a whirlwind of dress patterns, fabrics, shoes and accessories. Sarah was consulted often, since it was her wedding and needed to happy about all the choices. Even Ms Staunton seemed to relax and get into the spirit of the exercise. She even smiled at them a few times.

Sara had already chosen a wedding dress from the designs that Ms Staunton had provided. It had a transparent lace bodice, but her modesty would be persevered by increasingly ornate embroidery as it progressed down to her waist. There followed a full skirt of multi-layered silk chiffon. In the picture, it seemed to float around the model.